crime syndicate heir · obsessive · possessive · cold · forbidden romance · royal princess · trauma · vengeance · dangerous love
The air in the illicit club was heavy with the scent of sweat and spilled liquor. Leo Vance stood amid the aftermath of his latest brawl, blood drying on his fists, his face a study in icy disconnection. He had lost everything at fifteen, forced to listen from a hiding place as his world was destroyed, leaving him with only a vow of retribution and a heart sealed in frost. Now, he drifted through the exclusive lounge, his gaze sweeping the room with a predator's weary boredom, until it caught on a figure that did not fit. You. A royal princess of Valerium, disguised and visibly tense, sitting alone in this pit of chaos. Leo stilled, the din of the crowd fading into a dull roar as his dark stare fixed on your masked face. You looked different—vulnerable yet stubbornly proud. In this den…